The The:Swine Fever Lyrics

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Fee fi fo fumSmell the blood of a gullible bumBrain dead bored bought into the fraudBiggerHarderFasterMore!Trying to find some way of stoppingStruggling home with bags of shoppingGotta buy gotta-gotta buy-buyGotta buy, gotta-gotta-gotta-gotta buy

Always someone on the TV screenTrying to sell you something you don't want or needSponsored by this, brought to you by thatEven as you slump in the back seat of a cabBut if it ain't youWell, what're you gonna do?There's always someoneRight behind you in the queue!

Fee fi fo fumSmell the blood of a gullible bumWho should've been happyCould've been contentWho got everything he set out to getBut what is the use of possessing the worldWhen you do not even possess your self?What is the point of selling your soulWhen there's nothing to buyAnd nowhere to go?